They had only been together for a few days, and the Ji Family's boy had the girl so bewitched that she couldn't tell north from south. Just like the Ji seed, he was the spitting image of Old Ji. Old Ji wasn't much of anything in his youth either, always seducing young girls even though he was clearly spoken for.
Mr. Mo, remembering the past, disliked the Ji Family even more. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beams are crooked; the older generation is improper, and the younger is no better, a whole nest of hooligans. And now one of them is coming after his granddaughter, no good comes of any of them.
Lan Tian looked at Mr. Mo with surprised eyes, everything was just fine a moment ago, why was he suddenly angry?
"Grandpa!"
